She was the idiot. Her relationship with Edward was dramatic, sappy, and extremely chaste, like what you'd expect from a Disney movie. Even a quick taste of his icy tongue was off limits, partially because of his fear that she would ingest his venom. At the time, it appeared that it was all due to his old-fashioned sensibilities, that he was just too "gentlemanly" to taint her with his sinful urges. He was the gatekeeper of her innocence, and he seemed to view that innocence as some kind of point of pride. In retrospect, it wasn't about being "from another era;" it was moralism derived from a preoccupation with his very nature, his constant need to prove that he was not the monster he believed himself to be.

He was such a gentleman that he followed her around without her knowledge and gave her rules about where she could go and when, all to "keep her safe." He issued threats to defend her honor. He snuck into her house while she was asleep. But she had never been the object of such advances, and especially not from a golden prince who wrote songs and recited poetry. She was the Disney princess in a fantasy that girls only dreamed of, saved by her gallant beloved and swept away to an eternal happily ever after.

But courtly love did not make for a sustainable relationship. Their encounter with James was a traumatic look into the realities of the world she had so blithely walked into. Though she would not remain vulnerable and human for much longer, this new life would be riddled with pain and carnage, and there was a distinct possibility that she could become a predator. She would never see Renee again. She could kill Charlie. Jacob, her Jacob, would become her natural enemy.

Edward saw this within her. He could not read her mind, but he could sense her trepidation, the conflict within her that she did not want to address. As petty as it felt now, she wanted the beauty, the power, the perfect life at his side, and these revelations revealed uncomfortable flaws in her plans. Vampires could never love openly and freely; they could only selfishly drag humans into their coven under the guise of "saving them." There was no greater loneliness. Ironically, the most gentlemanly thing Edward ever did was set her free.

Bella could not help but admire the gorgeous beast of a man laid out in front of her; the way his eyes burned, his broad shoulders, the muscled arms that could lovingly embrace her or pin her down on the bed. Edward was hard, cold, restrained, but Jacob radiated a comforting heat, as if love came out of his very pores. They didn't need to change for each other; it was as natural as breathing. He could let go of himself with her. He could lose control without hurting her. He could give her exactly what she craved.

Her eyes wandered down his heaving chest, his stomach, his hips. She missed his long hair, but the tattoo on his shoulder was growing on her, only becoming more appealing to her "bad boy" sensibilities. This flawless body could have been carved from wood, but his skin was hot and pliable. How had she resisted his touch for so long, or even her own urges? Her best friend, her lover, was quite possibly the hottest man alive, both literally and figuratively. A tiny bit of hair peeked out from the shorts that hung low on his hips. And speaking of wood…

"So I was right," he said with a bemused smile. "You do enjoy the view."

She kissed him deeply, slowly breathing all of him in. He smelled of moss and rain and pines, but that familiar Jacob smell still clung to him. He hummed on her lips as began tracing the deep grooves below his stomach.

"Shut up," she laughed against his lips. "I'm not the one who needed a time-out."

"That's kinda below the belt there, Bells."

"It sure is…"

Jacob rolled his eyes.

He had always been beautiful, but she had been ogling him almost non-stop since his transformation. He was too tempting, and now she had no choice but to take him herself. She had a tremendous urge to corrupt him, to steal any last vestiges of his schoolboy innocence. He could take advantage of his superior strength to ravish her, but she had her own means of wearing him down. She couldn't deny that she wasn't a little apprehensive, a little afraid of not knowing how to navigate all of this. She only had instinct to guide her.

"It's because you were trying to give me a heart attack," he whispered, his breath sending a chill down her spine. He was really too good to be true.

"Oh really?" she said, undeniably smug. "So should I not do any of that ever again?"

"...I didn't say that."

"'Cause I can go put my shirt back on-"

"-Please don't."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," he said with a low growl. She was going to have a lot of fun with him.

She climbed over him and sat upright, straddling him at the worst possible spot. She re-adjusted herself on top of him, taking special care to rub against him. She loved the dumb look on his face when she toyed with him. She loved the cute way he had tried to hide them when they kissed. She could feel him underneath her. His shorts were becoming far too constricting as she moved, and they were too rough to sit on for long anyways. They had to go. If her half-naked body was doing all this, he was going to lose his mind later on. The thought made her want him even more.

His breath caught. "You're doing this on purpose," he whined.

"Who, me?" she asked innocently, grinding softly on him again. "Never."

She backed up and knelt on the bed between his legs to observe the rest of him, scanning him up and down as he watched her curiously.

"What?" he asked. He seemed confused by the sudden reprieve.

"You know," she said, pointing to his shorts, "those don't look very comfortable."

"No thanks to you," He grumbled, looking away bashfully. The bulge in front of her was testing the limits of the fabric, and she loved it.

She crawled back on top of him, kissing her way up to his ear. She pressed her chest against him and began sucking wherever she could, tasting every inch of him that she could. She loved the noises he made and the way his body tensed when she laid hands on him, the way he began to squirm under her touch. It was so cute.

She worked on the spot below his ear as her hand glided down his stomach to the button of his shorts.

"Would you like some help?" she whispered in his ear. She could feel him shiver at the suggestion.

"Yes," he croaked.

"What's the magic word?" She played with the button, letting her fingers occasionally slide just an inch under the waistband. This was mean, but it would pay dividends.

"Please."

His begging was too much for her. She could feel her own arousal becoming even more pronounced. She needed him so badly already, but she still wanted to play with her food before she ate it.

The button unfastened, and the zipper practically flung itself open from the strain of his erection. Her hand grazed his inner thigh for a moment before slowly tugging down the waistband, revealing a pair of gray boxers that were having a similarly rough time of it. And judging by the small wet spot near the tip, so was he. She dragged a single finger up the underside of the shaft as lightly as she could, and he whimpered in response. Back and forth, cruelly slow. She could feel the pounding of his heart through his chest.

"Bells...wait…"

"Mmmhmm?" she crooned, moving her hand to his stomach.

"You're going to seriously shorten my shelf life, here."

She giggled. This was too much fun, but she didn't want to pressure him again.

"Do you want to stop?"

"Absolutely not."

"So what should I do then?" she asked.

"Let me have my turn."

In a second, he rolled on top, pressing his body on hers with only one arm to prop himself up. His kiss was urgent, like he could not wait another second to taste her again. His hand slid past her hip bone and under her pants, grabbing her by her ass and hitching her thigh up around his waist. His thigh was between her legs, and he began grinding it upwards into her, prompting a long moan from deep in her throat. This must've been that payback he was talking about.

"It doesn't seem very fair that you're still wearing pants," he murmured, undoing the drawstring. He yanked the them down, revealing a black pair of panties. At least she remembered to wear the cute ones, she thought.

"Much better."

She knew they were completely soaked by now, and only getting worse by the minute. His hand ran over her breast and stomach, hovering around the lowest point of her stomach and dragging his fingers in circles just above her underwear. Slowly, they found their way onto the fabric of the crotch as he nipped at her ear, rubbing the spot where it was the most egregious.

"Glad I'm not the only one," he chuckled, seemingly relieved by his discovery.

"You're making it worse," she whined. His thumb drifted upward to carefully stroke the bud above, eliciting a hiss.

He grinned and began repositioning himself lower on her body.

"Kind of the point, Bells. And it's about to get a whole lot worse."

His hand disappeared under her panties and began sliding between her lips, dragging the wetness up to his previous spot. She inhaled sharply, and she was losing herself in a fog. Perhaps she was going to get more than she'd bargained for.

He attached himself to her nipple once more and slowly slid one finger inside her, making her cry out. She could feel her nerves ignite with the sensation.

He halted completely. "You ok?" he whispered.

"I am...very ok," she panted.

He smirked again, and resumed sucking and swirling his tongue around her. She thought his fingers were large before, and now she had concrete proof that they were even bigger than that. She wondered if this would be a taste of what else he was packing.

He slowly slid in and out of her, and he looked like he was trying very hard to concentrate on the task at hand despite the drooling mass in his boxers, which had left a wet spot on her thigh. His finger returned all the way inside her and beckoned, rubbing inside of her with his fingertips. She arched her back, pushing herself further onto him, and let out a loud, airy moan. The deep groan from his chest vibrated against the nub in his mouth, and she was sure she was going to lose it. Good thing Charlie wasn't anywhere near the house.

He clearly knew he had it. She could feel her body tensing as she began to dig her nails into his shoulder, hoping she wouldn't make him bleed. He sped up in response, assaulting her weakest point. The end was near. She writhed and bucked underneath him, sweating, gasping, her cries becoming louder and more desperate, until the pleasure overtook her completely.

He slowly withdrew and took his place on the bed beside her. She wrapped her arms around his chest and nuzzled into his neck as they both tried fruitlessly to catch their breath.

"Are you sure you've never done that before?" she asked, knowing full well that it would all go straight to his head. He laughed, breathless and relieved.

"No, seriously, where did you learn that?"

"Embry has been insisting on sharing his what he knows since the beach party. He's convinced I won't be able to keep you happy. Though I really didn't need the graphic imagery while we were trying to patrol."

"Well if tonight is any indication, I don't think you'll have any trouble keeping me happy."

"Very glad to hear it. I'm looking forward to perfecting that."

She was stroking his chest as she hungrily eyed his package, which had received far less attention that night than she planned. Surely he wouldn't mind if she played with it for a while. He'd more than earned it.

She caressed it over his boxers, trying to feel out what laid beneath. It felt like she could have bent a steel bar around it, and the wetness was beginning to flow through them and drip down onto his stomach.

"Bella…" he groaned.

This was exactly what she wanted to hear. Her hand worked its way underneath, groping, squeezing, stroking, savoring every wonderful sound that escaped his lips, before letting it spring out, finally free of its constraints. It was thick, and the veins bulged from waiting for so long. It was nothing less than what she could expect from someone Jacob's size, but it would be a lot to reckon with going forward. The head was slick from his arousal, and single droplet ran down the underside and onto her wrist.

She took it in her hand and ran her thumb over the tip, spreading the slippery stuff from the top all the way down to the base. He shuddered, thrusting upward, before turning over to pull her face in for a kiss. Her strokes were slow and torturous, making him twitch and thrust into her hand. She could see that he had waited far too long for this, and it was high time she gave him what he wanted.

A piercing howl rang out that made him jump. Another soon followed, and another, and another, breaking the silence of the quiet, moonless night.

"You have got to be kidding me," he exclaimed, covering his face with his hands. He rolled face-first onto the pillow and let out what would otherwise be a deafening groan of frustration.

"Is that the pack?"

"Yes. Something is going on out there and they're calling for backup." Irritation permeated his voice. "They just had to pick now."

She released him from her grip, and he begrudgingly stumbled back into his shorts, muttering something about Sam and his night off. Poor boy. He was just minutes away from one of the best nights of his life, only to be kicked back out into the cold. She caught herself gawking at the back of his body, and the view from behind was just as nice as the front.

She grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back onto the bed, planting kisses on his neck and up to his cheek.

"Don't worry; I promise I'll make it up to you later."

"Yeah, I was just really hoping for now instead of later," he grounched.

"Well I'm not going anywhere. You know I'll still be here whenever you need me."

"But I always need you," he said, leaning his head back into her neck.

She smiled and turned his head for one last kiss for the night.

"Be careful, Jake. I love you."

"I love you more."